Looking at the Ghost King and the Li siblings, Li Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"With that old man gone, you're seriously injured," Li Yang sneered, "You're bound to die this time."
A mocking expression appeared on Li Chen's face, "Are you so sure?"
"King of the Netherworld, stop playing tricks; you're already drained of strength, you're no match for us," the Ghost King waved his hand coldly, and in an instant, the people beside him charged directly at Li Chen!
Chris, like a yellow-haired madman, also had a cold glint in his eyes, believing that if he killed Li Chen, he would definitely make a name for himself!
Therefore, Chris was the most eager, moving quickly and charging at the forefront, his weapon in hand flashing with a cold light.
"Die!"
Chris shouted loudly as the weapon in his hand stabbed fiercely toward Li Chen!
